Across the Room and Into the Fire, Pt. 4

Na trioblóidí

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“The unvarnished story of a brawling genius and his life as a young revolutionary.”—London Times Literary Supplement

So read the cover of the book I held in my hands. It was another summer at my grandparent’s home, seven years from the time my brother and I had first visited alone, and much had changed. We had learned upon leaving that we had a baby brother. Three years later, a little sister joined the band. With more mouths to feed, our father had found new employment which required him to travel less often. This, in turn, meant that we spent less time with our grandparents. Christmastime was usually a safe bet, and if not an entire summer, at least a week or two here and there. We had become more interested in sport and the outdoors and any sort of mischief we could get into, as long…

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4 Responses to Across the Room and Into the Fire, Pt. 4

  1. Monochrome nightmares says:

    You truly are a wonderful writer Oglach.
    A most entertaining story. Bravo.

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  2. Even naughtier and more humorous the second time around. I’m still waiting for the McMillan girl tale..

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